Jonathan P. Jackson
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Jonathan Peter Jackson (June 23, 1953 – August 7, 1970) while aged 17, initiated the armed kidnapping of Superior Court judge Harold Haley, prosecutor Gary Thomas, and three jurors from a courtroom in Marin County, California, in August 1970. Johnathan was the brother of prisoner and civil rights activist George Jackson.
Quotes
[edit]From Blood in My Eye (1971)
[edit]- The following passages are attributed to Jonathan Jackson by his brother George Jackson
- We are quite obviously faced with a need to organize some small defenses to the more flagrant abuses of the system now. ... While we await the precise moment when all of capitalism's victims will indignantly rise to destroy the system, we are being devoured. ... Some of us are going to have to take our courage in hand and build a hard revolutionary cadre for selective retaliatory violence.
- pp. 11-12
- There should, I feel, be one branch that is purely political, operating the rent strikes, the breakfast programs, the People's Bazaar's where all sorts of food are sold, hospitals or clinics (free, of course), and what I will term cottage shops to employ those who will work for the new medium of exchange—love and loyalty.
- p. 20
- Comrade, Repression exposes. By drawing violence from the beast, the vanguard party is demonstrating for the world to examine just exactly what terms their rule is predicated on—their power to organize violence, our acquiescence.
- p. 23
- All the objective conditions are present here in the Black Colony for revolution.
- p. 24
- Most of the fascist functionaries live as unguarded as I do. I could slip a knife between Max Rafferty's ribs. The Agnews and Du Ponts, the Rockefellers and Morgans, all of the Getty, Hunt, and Hughes types who sneak around in armored cars and jets are just as reachable. Anyone who will come out of his bomb shelter can be had. Imagine what Nixon's armored car would look like if I stepped out of the alley and hit it with the anti-tank rocket launcher under my coat—a ball of fire. Hell will be their reward.
- p. 46
